Beyond, Breeze
Morning sunlight shines on hands turning each pepper one by one.
There was a time when the spicy scent lingering on your fingertips followed you all morning.
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Alongside
On an afternoon when sunlight stretched long into the yard, the wind brushing the back of my hand through the pepper stalks was just the same.
Sunpatch
The morning sunlight reached the end of the floor and touched my table. The sesame oil bottle on it feels warm.
Breeze
I remember the day I dried peppers on a sunny balcony, my fingertips stinging for a long while.
On an afternoon when sunlight stretched long into the yard, the wind brushing the back of my hand through the pepper stalks was just the same.
The morning sunlight reached the end of the floor and touched my table. The sesame oil bottle on it feels warm.
I remember the day I dried peppers on a sunny balcony, my fingertips stinging for a long while.